2008/2009

me my mind and i

together and inside

turn indecent with intoxicants

i

took

on

purpose.

they take me back to basic garage/i listen to Dylan sneer.

its a school night.

pretend its poor old 68

when its poor old 2008.

i

am

poor and old.

i lie on the tobacco carpet.

and NO is the word right now/NO NO NO

in this Robocop breakdown . . .

so

so

so

i’m heading out there/out to get myself

absorbed into the greater mass.

i have to/this is always

a hard night for me

and

i want to be

absorbed

by

a

greater mass.

this year a new layer lies itself down/down like a tombstone

and

i listen too hard to the holes in the wall.

Fairy Light Lady

came round in the night/didn’t understand me

at all.

i thought/hoped she did. 

but

that is beauty at its most simple

and

history at its most recent

like

old jeans always hanging off the back of the door.

NOTHING HAPPENED

she

always

said

after something happened.